The organizers would like to express
their gratitude to the participants for such a large interest

and invite everyone to participate in the
fourth edition,

which will start in February 2015.

Corneliu Traian ATANASIU, President of
the Jury

Cezar Florin CIOBÎCĂ, Member of the Jury

Dan DOMAN, Member of the Jury

Eduard ŢARĂ, Secretary

Congratulations to the winners and
commended haiku poets.

WINNERS

First Prize

snowy orchard

the smell of summer

in a baked apple

Dorota
PYRA

Gdańsk, POLAND

The snowy orchard evokes the irreparable
and permanent invasion of a space destined for harvest and summer reverie.
For it was not only the apples, legendarily the most tempting, round-shaped
fruits, that perished in this prolific space, but also the quiet rest in the
grass swayed by the insects’ busy humming. They all disappeared under the
glacial, unforgiving whiteness.

And yet the summer with
its evanescent essence is still present in the balmy room, where an apple is
being baked in the fireplace. The apple, which has stored within the summer
scent, now bestows it upon one single chamber like some happiness carefully
kept under its skin.

comment by Corneliu Traian ATANASIU

translation
by ALINA BĂRBOSU

Second Prize

humid night...

a tadpole breaks
the surface

of ancient stars

Chase GAGNON

Detroit, THE
UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

The event, that otherwise would seem insignificant, benefits from a
mise-en-scène that brings
it out and adds to it unsuspected values. The water’s mirror, that was
stagnant, languid and unruffled, is now invaded by the tadpole’s emergence. The ancient stars, which since time
immemorial had been admiring their magnificence and infallibility in the
reflection rather subservient than accurate, are now bewildered. Life bursts,
stuns, and shatteres equilibria.

A tadpole and the world breaks away from numbness. The humid night gives birth to liveliness and hazard. The
celestial landmarks are wobbling.

comment by Corneliu TraianAtanasiu

translation by ALINA
BĂRBOSU

Third Prize

carnival wig –

a touch of fantasy

during chemo

Minh-Triêt PHAM

Paris, FRANCE

Your soul is filled with
fear, you ask yourself: why me of all people? How is it going to end? Am I
going to survive? Then, after surgery, you start the chemotherapy treatment.
The doctor has warned you: know that each of the growing tissues is attacked,
the nails, the hair. A few days later, a tuft of hair gets stuck on your
comb. You have decided to cut off all your hair and, while gazing at the
mirror, you realize that you don’t look like yourself anymore. There was also
a mental change, you are no longer who you used to be before. Now, all daily
worries seem so trivial! If you were a man, you would shave your head. But
you are a woman. Inevitably, you will have to fight: with yourself, with the
disease. You will put on a wig. And ostentatiously, you’ll choose a bright
colorful one to surprise the people around you, whose faces try to hide the
worry every time they see you, “What’s
wrong with you, dear, what happened?” “Oh, just a whim of mine, a carnival
fantasy” you reply.